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Lin Qinghe couldn't help it for a moment, and secretly kissed him in the hair.

Jiang Lizhou rubbed his fingers lightly, raised his head and said, "Low down, take care of the injured."

Lin Qinghe's heart was in turmoil, and he lowered his head without doubting him, while Jiang Lizhou raised his head slightly, and their lips were close at hand.

Jiang Lizhou said softly, "You don't need to be sneaky, you can do what you want."

Lin Qinghe held his breath, and his throat rolled nervously.

Jiang Lizhou moved a little closer, gently pressed his lips against his, and said, "Breathe—do you want to suffocate yourself?"

Only then did Lin Qinghe come back to his senses, and hurriedly closed his mouth to catch his breath, while Jiang Lizhou gently licked his tight lips with the tip of his tongue.

Lin Qinghe trembled uncontrollably, slowly getting used to the kiss, and when he finally relaxed - the door was pushed open again.

Shi Yun held the medicine bowl and shouted: "Brother, drink the medicine..."

Lin Qinghe raised his head subconsciously.

Jiang Lizhou closed his eyes angrily.

This fucking is not over yet!

Fortune didn't have the ability to disappear in place as well as Xu Ling, so he froze at the door.

For the first time, he felt that he could be so radiant.

And dazzling.

Shi Yun saw the fury on his senior brother's face at a glance, swallowed in horror, the old man who leaned forward put the medicine bowl on the table, quickly retreated with his feet stuck to the door, and slipped away without even saying hello It's gone.

Lin Qinghe was dumbfounded, and Jiang Lizhou was angry.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Lin Qinghe came to his senses and said softly, "Drink the medicine first, okay?"

Jiang Lizhou agreed with a snort.

Lin Qinghe beckoned, and the bowl of medicine landed firmly in his hand.

Jiang Lizhou immediately turned his head away in disgust: "It smells so bad."

Lin Qinghe coaxed him with a smile: "Forget about Xiaodao's long nose, bear with it, drink it and you'll be fine."

Jiang Lizhou was so disgusted by the smell that he stuck his face in his chest and didn't look up.

Lin Qinghe didn't know what to do for a while, so he coaxed again: "Wouldn't you have strength after drinking it, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable if you keep doing this?"

Jiang Lizhou was quiet for a moment, then let out a few muffled laughs: "This seems to be pretty good."

As usual, Jiang Lizhou would definitely be kicked away if he tried to persuade Jiang Lizhou not to eat.

Today was a good day, after being coaxed, he reluctantly raised his head, condescended to the side of the bowl and drank the medicine.

It was really bitter.

Jiang Lizhou frowned, so bitter that he wanted to curse.

Seeing him like this, Lin Qinghe even teased: "It seems really bitter, and my face is wrinkled together."

Jiang Lizhou glanced at him bitterly, and at some point, he got some strength in his hands, and pulled his collar to force him to lower his head, using the bitter tip of his tongue to make trouble in his mouth.

Lin Qinghe was following his strength, and was stunned for a moment, then reacted and lowered his body a little bit, and moved his hand up to save him some effort.

This kiss was just on the spur of the moment, with a hint of ruthlessness, and then gradually subsided, and finally made up for the interrupted kiss in earnest.

Sure enough, the poison of Qingping San was not caused by trouble.

Jiang Lizhou let go of his strength in a short while, completely lost his active position, heaved and fell in the deep kiss, his mind was in chaos, and his mind was filled with only the light pear blossom fragrance on his body.

The lips and teeth touch as if everything is brand new.

It seems to be lost and found again.

Jiang Lizhou lived his last life and this half of his life in his mind like a revolving lantern in a daze.

Can't help but feel grateful.

Because Jiang Lizhou was sitting in a low position, his neck couldn't take it when he raised his head and kissed for too long, so he pushed him, his breathing was still very disordered: "No, my neck hurts, get up."

Lin Qinghe raised his face, his blue eyes were foggy, and Jiang Lizhou felt his heart soften again, so he kissed the tip of his nose comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "I can't even take the poison that kills thousands of swords with a little effort." No, let me sleep for a while."

Lin Qinghe lightly made him lie flat, and when tucking in the quilt, Jiang Lizhou squeezed his hand again, and told him softly, "Don't sneak away."

Lin Qinghe responded in a low voice, and kissed his eyes lightly after he fell asleep.

When Jiang Lizhou woke up, he was surrounded by pitch darkness, probably due to the aftermath of the poison, and he couldn't tell whether the darkness was from the lack of lighting or blindness after the setting sun.

Although it has been like this since he was a child, he has never been used to it. The darkness still makes his chest stagnate, and he subconsciously grabs something.

A hand came up.

"woke up?"

Jiang Lizhou was full of depression and suddenly became quiet.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost time."

"I slept so long?"

"It's okay—are you hungry?"

Jiang Lizhou shook his head and asked, "Have you not left?"

Lin Qinghe hummed, seemed to have something to say, hesitated for a while, and said, "I thought about a lot of things just now."

Jiang Lizhou didn't speak, waiting for his next words.

Lin Qinghe held his hand tightly: "Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Lizhou turned his head to the side, and answered the words in a playful manner: "Why, does the tiger have other identities?"

Lin Qinghe's eyes were dark, because some conjectures made him very nervous, and his breathing became short of breath.

Jiang Lizhou's heart sank, he sighed silently, and thought: Sure enough, it's better not to make a fool of yourself.

Lin Qinghe was really used to scaring himself, his breathing was so fast that he became more nervous as he tried to hide it, and he unconsciously tightened his fingers.

Jiang Lizhou hissed: "Take it easy, I don't know how to run."

Lin Qinghe asked again as if he didn't hear, "Do you know who you are?"

Jiang Lizhou had no choice but to slander: How could you take the initiative and still attract suspicion? I knew I wouldn't kiss you, brat.

He pretended to be angry and said: "Why, do you want to admit it after kissing and hugging? That's fine, let go quickly, and get out of here while it's dark."

As he said that, he was about to withdraw his hand, Lin Qinghe was in a hurry, and quickly shook it back, explaining: "That's not what it means."

Jiang Lizhou smiled: "Why are you suspicious? Don't you just want to know why I kissed you suddenly? Just ask me if I'm not. You're beating around the bush, tsk, it's not like your style."

Only then did Lin Qinghe pick up his demeanor that had been thrown all over the ground, and leaned over to ask, "Then please ask the Taoist priest to answer."

Jiang Lizhou smiled lowly, propped himself up with great effort, leaned close to his ear, and said softly: "Doesn't Lord Tiger like me?"

Lin Qinghe accepted the move easily: "It's too obvious that I'm friendly? But at the beginning, there were people who complained that I cut off his walking corpse, and they held a grudge."

Jiang Lizhou snorted and lay back down: "It's because of Lihua Niang and that little meat dumpling."

Lin Qinghe said meaningfully: "It turns out that the Taoist leader is so easy to coax."

Jiang Lizhou withdrew his hand, ruthlessly chasing people away: "I'm hungry."

Lin Qinghe clicked his tongue: "It's really different when I have some strength."

The secret room of Jianzong Qilin Mountain.

Two men in black suits sat and knelt.

The sitting one looked like a teenager, with a hideous red scar on one side of his neck.

It was Cen Yu who came to trouble Jiang Lizhou.

The one kneeling was the younger young man in the conversation Jiang Lizhou heard in the back mountain of Taihuai.

Cen Yu had a half-smile on his face: "Little thing, don't hide it all the time. Don't you understand after a long time? What good things have you done? Let's hear it."

The kneeling one looked older than Cen Yu, but was called "little thing" one by one.

The young man buried his head very low, biting to death without making a sound.

Cen Yu smiled harmlessly, showing a sharp canine tooth: "Xiao Wang, be honest, do you really think I'm here to ask you?"

Xiao Wang gritted his teeth: "Since the real person knows it well, why bother to ask again."

Cen Yu laughed and said, "Where is the black market for the sharks that you and that monk are running?"

Xiao Wang was startled: "I do have a part in the matter of the Taihuai Empress Haiyu people, but the black market has nothing to do with me!"

Cen Yu knocked on the table and said regretfully, "Then I have no choice but to hand you over to Sect Master Xiao. He must have more methods than me."

Xiao Wang said angrily: "I really don't know! I don't even know if I'm killed!"

As soon as Cen Yu shook his hand, Xiao Wang felt as if he had been slapped, and fell heavily.

It didn't look like it was light, and he was still coughing violently after straightening up, as if his bones had been broken.

Cen Yu stood up and shook the hem of his clothes, looked down at him with disgust in his eyes: "Then you will follow me from today, what is the name of the monk who is cooperating with you?"

Xiao Wang seemed to have been beaten honestly, and replied in a low voice: "He is the first monk in Taihuai, his name is Changnong."

Cen Yu passed by him and stopped for a while: "From now on, I will continue to have normal contact with that monk. I don't care if you know about the black market. From now on, ask me carefully, and report back every half a month, or you will die."

Xiao Wang covered his chest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and replied yes.

When Cen Yu was about to walk out the door, she turned her head and said, "By the way, I just put a little thing on you. The Gu poison in the southwest area is quite interesting. I happen to have an antidote for this. If you want to escape That’s up to you, you can compare who’s fate with it.”

Cen Yu's tone was like a young man asking if there was a bird's nest in a tree, Xiao Wang suddenly looked up at him, and he turned back with a very innocent smile, waved his hands happily and left.

Xiao Wang's eyes were gloomy, and his only thought was that I was finished.

No one knows how long Cen Yu has lived. Anyway, the suzerains who counted forward have to call him Shizu.

It's just that Cen Yu's youthful appearance has never changed, and he doesn't let people call him that, so the juniors all change their name to real people.

Cen Yu has a pair of sword eyebrows, and his whole body looks like a sunflower in full bloom under the sun, and he looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Put it in the world, wherever you go, people will say "God gave you a good skin".

But the existence of this master is something that the younger generation dare not discuss casually.

Although Cen Yu practiced swordsmanship, no one had ever seen his saber.

It is said that the peak of sword cultivation is the unity of human and sword. The sword intent he cultivated in the inner palace can move at will, and he can take the sword in the air at any time.

However, whether this sword is a sword of spiritual consciousness condensed from the sword intent, or whether there is really such a strange sword hidden in the inner palace, it is not known.

No matter what it is, it is impossible for the best among non-sword cultivators. At least in the past few thousand years, he is the only sword cultivator without a sword.

This Xiao Wang was also really unlucky, he himself didn't understand how Cen Yu could target such an unknown person like him.

Xiao Wang had also heard some rumors about him, but it was far from the thrilling confrontation with Cen Yu himself.

At the beginning of the cliché, Cen Yu acted like he was bluffing a child, trying his best to sing the red face, and pulled Xiao Yuanwen, the ignorant suzerain, out to sing the bad face.

Xiao Wang was still trembling at the beginning, but later he became tired of his half-soft questioning, his vigilance became lower and lower, and in the end, a rib was unexpectedly broken.

Cen Yu had just slapped him hard on the surface, but when he was thrown out, he actually broke a rib.

There is also Gu poison.

Xiao Wang gritted his teeth and stood up. Cen Yu was an uncertain person. How long he could live under his nose probably depended on what kind of information he could bring back.

At this time, Taihuai Mountain, which had just finished the second autumn season, was also undercurrents.

Kong Qing originally wanted to use the Star Picking Ceremony to make a fuss, and Qiu Yi wanted to make some noise these days to scare the children, but the noise in Houhai was so loud that Lin Qinghe was recruited.

At this time, Kong Qing was sitting quietly in front of the Buddha statue, twirling the beads without haste.

Chang Nongping, who was standing by the side, retreated the idlers and said, "Abbot, the 'civil engineering' in Houhai has been called to stop, so what's next?"

Kong Qing didn't answer his words, and suddenly asked: "That monk named Zang Feng, what has he been doing lately?"

Chang Nong: "It's still the same as usual, there is no change - Abbot, I don't think he is a smart person, why are you staring at him?"

Kong Qing let out a long sigh: "Chang Nong, if you want to achieve great things, you must first eradicate dissidents. This Zang Feng can't stay."

Chang Nong was puzzled and said, "Zang Feng doesn't look like someone who can accomplish any great things."

Kong Qing smiled and said: "He is Lin Qing and the people around him—I don't know that the people around him are also facing outsiders."

Chang Nong didn't ask any more questions, Kong Qing asked again: "What happened to that kid from Jianzong last time?"

Chang Nong shook his head: "It's just a cowardly idiot, what happened last time in Houhai scared his guts out."

Kong Qing smiled again: "I don't think so, people who are afraid are better at it, it still has some value, let's keep it for now."

Kong Qing recited the scriptures in a low voice, and then continued after a long while: "Houhai has been quiet recently, the one from Linyun Mountain is really difficult to deal with, he doesn't take hard or soft."

Changnong nodded: "However, he seems to be very close to the juniors from Mingzhu Mountain, do you need to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kong Qing interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "It's enough to stare a little bit, don't put too many eyes on him, be careful that you won't be able to walk around."

Chang Nong clasped his palms together in response: "However, that person keeps saying that Cang Jin is not dead, is he lying to the enemy or is he really not dead?"

Kong Qing stood up from the futon, and Chang Nong quickly went to help him: "That person should not be talking big words, if he is not dead, it means that he is hiding somewhere we can't find."

Cang Jin, who was hiding in Wuchen Valley to recuperate, finally woke up before the Double Ninth Festival.

That sleazy dodder is still very good at taking care of patients, and there is no real trouble, and it is very appropriate to change Cang Jin's dressing and cleanse on time.

Hmm...it would be better if the kitchen didn't get blown up.

When Cang Jin woke up, she was almost sent to Huang Quan by this girl.

Seeing her eyes open, Tusi danced excitedly: "Immortal Cangjin, you are awake! Are you hungry? Aww, immortals are not hungry, so are you still in pain? Do you want me to get you some pain relievers?" Medicine soup?"

Cang Jin opened her mouth a few times but didn't interrupt, so she smiled helplessly and let her go.

Cusi muttered to herself for a long time, then slapped her thigh again: "By the way, sir, I told him to notify the Immortal as soon as possible when he wakes up—Immortal, wait a moment, I will be back later."

Cang Jin smiled and watched her run out in a hurry, only then realized that she was in Wuchen Valley.

The place couldn't be more familiar.

Before the destruction of the Jiuli tribe, she lived here for nearly a thousand years.

It is thanks to Lin Qinghe that she can remember this vague number - after she has lived here for two years, Li Chong came back with a little husband in his arms.

In the beginning, the little husband was so innocent, he was often bullied by her and couldn't find Bei, so he could only complain to Li Chongna because of his grievances.

Cang Jin laughed as he thought about it.

It was so good that he couldn't be fooled later, it must have been broken by Li Chong.

She glanced sideways at the rotting wooden fence outside the house in the moonlight.

Will Kamiya also decline?

There should be nothing in the world that can be immortal.

There is exactly the same smoke everywhere in the world, but there are no such days under those lively lights.

The merman race in the deep sea never lived in groups, and she never knew that real life could be so hot and lively.

Just like she never knew, a sacrifice can pray for rain, and it can also attract the sky fire called catastrophe.

What is left of the dust-free valley licked by the sky fire?

There should be only those, echoless, empty memories left.

Thinking about it now, it's like a cool breeze blowing through the hall in the afternoon, and there is nowhere to find any traces.

It is not surprising that people are always attached to some dead things, probably because they entrust too many things that cannot be expressed, kept or forgotten.